The nerdy and artistic sides of my brain are always trying to negotiate peace, and for the sake of diplomacy they’ve been racking themselves to find new and exciting ways to broker progress. A few weeks ago, in an effort to encourage drawing with less distraction, I set up a small desk on the opposite side of my apartment, as far away from the computer as possible, and facing away from it.

Sometimes I get home from my ridiculously easy job and think I must have some sort of chronic malady, because I’m in a weary fog and too tired to draw. And then, while I’m in the middle of sketching out my periodic interpretation of this feeling, I suddenly remember that I only slept three hours last night. And probably the night before that. Oh, and my diet runs the gamut from hot dogs to burritos to spoons full of peanut butter (somehow scooped to the size of an apple and eaten ravenously over the sink).

I got bored with tonight’s new Saturday Night Live, so I hopped on Hulu and started watching an episode from 1981. Here’s a mostly-failed attempt at rendering a young Eddie Murphy.

Am I the only one who noticed that the Pope was wearing a Cab Calloway style zoot suit during his final audience? Fun fact: During the first year of my life, there were 3 different Popes!